What If? Year 1

Chapter 13

Ara Malfoy's POV

Harry was pacing at the door as Hermione comes back. Hermione's face was pale as she faces Harry.
"Where's Goldie?" Harry asks, as I rush over the both of them.
"She's with Professor Lockhart," Hermione says, "he's taking her to the hospital wing and told me to go back to the common room."
"Why is she going to the hospital wing?" I ask. Hermione's face seems to get paler.
"She passed out when Professor Lockhart..." Hermione starts, but Harry cuts her off.
"She passed out, Hermione?" Harry whisper shouts, "What do you mean? Is she going to be okay? Am I allowed to go see her." Hermione shrugs and Ginny opens the portrait door.
"Where were you, Gin?" I ask her.
"I was asking Professor McGonagall about some homework." she says. I nod. She was acting a little weird, but I didn't want to push it farther.
"I'm going to see Goldie," Harry says, running out of the common room. I look at Hermione before running after him. I follow him and only stop when he stops. He opens the door and Goldie was lying on a bed.
"Mr. Potter," a lady says, "I presume you are here to see your sister." Harry nods and I follow him to Goldie's side.
"Goldie," Harry whispers, "what happened?" Goldie's eyes were closed, but I could see the stress through them.
"Maybe Lockhart's spell when haywire," I say, putting my hand on his shoulder, "I think she'll be okay, though." I pat Harry's shoulder before walking back to the common room.
She has to be okay. She's going to fine.

Regular POV (Marigold)

I was walking through the school with a masked figure. He was holding my hand and leading me down to the dungeons.
"I'm sorry, but who are you and where are you taking me?" I ask. The person chuckles. Their voice was deep as they say,
"Guess I haven't introduced myself yet." They take off their mask to reveal a man with pale skin and pitch black hair. His piercing silver eyes stared into mine for a second before he turns away.
"My names, Black," he says, "Regulus Black." He turns back to me and smiles.
"Uncle Sirius's brother?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. Regulus nods, and smiles even wider.
"He still calls me his brother?" he asks. His eyes were just like Uncle Sirius's.
"Of course, silly," I exclaim, "he said you disappeared.. why are you here talking to me and not with Uncle Sirius?"
"That's the thing, Goldie," he says, "I can't talk to my brother. And you can't tell him about our meeting, okay?"
"Why not?" I question. Uncle Sirius would like to know his little brother is okay.
"Because he won't understand," Regulus says, "and we don't want to make him anymore confused then he already is." I laugh at his last comment.
"Okay, I won't tell Uncle Sirius," I say.
"Or anyone who will tell him," Regulus says.
"Like Dad," I tell him, "or Harry." Regulus laughs. He takes my hand again and lead me to the Slytherin common room.
"I'm not supposed to be in here," I tell him, as he leads me inside.
"You aren't actually," he says, "you're having an out-of-body experience." I look at him, concerned.
"Like a ghost?" I mumble.
"Exactly like a ghost!" Regulus exclaims, "except you aren't dead, like me."
"Y-you're dead?" I gasp. He nods, sadly. I run and hug him.
"I'm sorry," I tell him, "did it happen when you disappeared, or did you disappear because you died.. or am I rambling?" Regulus chuckles.
"Your are so much like your mother," he says, "I didn't know her very well, but Severus did. And man, he never bloody shut up about her." I giggle.
"They were friends, weren't they?" I ask him.
He'll have all the answers that mum and dad won't answers.
"Severus wanted to be more than just friends," Regulus chuckles, "but then he called her a.. Mud-blood.."
"Well no wonder dad doesn't like him," I scoff, "saying something like that to mum."
"Your dad and Severus were kind of rivals at school," Regulus says, "and one day when your mom stood up for Severus.. the name just kind of slipped."
"It wouldn't slip if people didn't talk like that," I retort, "I mean I don't understand the whole social standing of it all. We should be rejoicing that our numbers are increasing instead of bullying the muggle-borns just because they are different. If we didn't have muggle-borns, we would have gone extinct by now."
"I get what you're saying," he replies, his eyes darting from my eyes to behind me, "but not everyone will." He keeps looking behind me.
"Is there someone behind me?" I ask, smirking. He nods.
"Marigold," he says, "meet Fabian and Gideon Prewet." I turn around and see two ginger haired men. They looked like Fred and George, but older and without the freckles.
"Hello," I say, as one of them takes my hand.
"Charmed," he says, twirling me around, "I'm Gideon, and that's my less handsome brother, Fabian."
"We have the same face, you git," Fabian says, smiling, "so Regulus is catching you up on all this?"
"We had not gotten to the best part," Regulus tells them. I look at him confused.
"The best part?" I ask them, confused.
"You can come talk to us anytime you want!" they all say, "and you can control when you come here and when you leave."
"I can control my out of body experiences?" I ask, "I don't think that's how it works?" Regulus chuckles, and the twins smile.
"But you're not exactly the same as everyone else," Regulus snorts.
"I don't even think that most witches and wizard's have out of body experiences," I snap back.
"Well you're not a normal witch, Marigold," Fabian says.
"Voldemort is going to come back and you're going to help stop him."
"M-me?" I stutter, "no, I couldn't.. how could he come back? My dad got rid of him himself!"
"I'm sorry, Goldie," Regulus says, "But Voldemort is coming back and you're going to have stop him." I sink down to the floor and start to come back to reality.